by Jade Onyx
“I like spanking you.”
“Six.”
“Say it louder.”
“Seven!” she shouted in defiance.
“That's it.”
“Eight.”
“God, I want to stuff you right now.”
She got wetter.
“Nine.”
“And feel your ass shake me loose when I'm inside.”
“Ten,” she gasped. Her thong was thoroughly soaked.
“Are you wet yet?”
“Yes.”
“You like this, then?”
“Yes.”
“Kick your heels off and lay face up on the bed.”
She got into position.
“Slowly unzip your corset. Halfway.”
She zipped down the corset.
“Reach inside one flap and polish one of your teats. Entice me. Make me wish I can touch it myself.”
She palmed her boob, fondling it. She encircled her nipple, twisting, turning, pulling, pinching the nub. A moan escaped her lips.
“Lick your fingers and please your other teat. That's my tongue on you.”
Her breathing quickened.
“Pluck it, milk it, stroke it. Fondle it. Drive it crazy.”
She was sure this nipple was more sensitive than the other one and had a direct connection with her clit.
“Do you like it when I play with you?”
“Yes.”
“Undo the zipper all the way down. Down to your pussy.”
Her chest started heaving.
“Open yourself to me. I want to see your boobs. Nice, round and perky.”
She parted the corset to the sides, feeling the cool air on her hot skin. Her mounds were engorged with blood.
“Snap your garters off. Let me hear them kiss your skin.”
She smiled, taking them off and flicking them on her skin. Remembering how Mateo liked hearing the hard whacks on her ass, she let her garters nick against her skin to tease him.
“Yes, just like that,” he groaned.
She did it again, this time holding the phone closer to the garters.
“Oh, yes. Take off your thong.”
She did.
“Put the thong close to your nose. I want you to smell how your sex intoxicates me.”
Good god. A trickle of wetness slid down her butt crack. The musky scent of her drenched thong made her heady.
“Do you like how you smell?”
“Yes.”
“Caress a trail down your neck, over your boobs, through your belly button, around your belly, snaking your fingers down to your mound.”
God, she felt sexy.
“Part your hand into a downward V and stroke both sides of your thighs up to your clit. Don't touch it until I tell you. Play with yourself.”
She rubbed the crack on both sides of her entry, slowly and lightly, feeling the smooth soft skin. She flattened her fingers on the creases and moved the palm of her hand in circles, hoping to reach her engorged nub.
“Take a dip inside and rub your clit. Flick it, stroke it, circle it.”
She moaned.
“Trace my name on it, Natalia. My full name. You're mine.”
His possessive tone triggered another wave of wetness. She yearned for entry.
“Take another dip.”
God, yes.
“Give it a swirl inside. Like how it feels?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Now lick your fingers and taste yourself. That's how sweet you taste to me.”
She licked her fingers, one by one, sucking them clean. She smacked her lips with enthusiasm, knowing Mateo got off on her sounds.
“God, woman!”
She smiled triumphantly.
“Dig into the bag now and put it to work.”
She rummaged through the tissue paper in the bag and gasped. She didn't need to see it. By the feel of it alone, she knew what it was. She fished it out and found a huge vibrating dildo ready for use. A sex toy? He never used toys. Not before.
“Plunge it in. Turn it on low and bring it to your clit.”
“O-Oh!” The sensation made her come in seconds. God, was she that sex-starved that she came so easily just now?
“Did you come just now?” he grunted.
“Yes,” she breathed, the vibrator still on low in her hand.
“I didn't give you permission.” His voice was stern.
Her hand froze. She tried to silence her heavy breathing, but the vibrator made it nearly impossible for her to stifle it.
“I'll have to punish you,” he said, chuckling.
“No!”
“Keep fucking yourself—good. As if I'm fucking you. Pin yourself to the bed.”
The alarm she felt subsided as her attention turned toward the vibrator. She liked it when he used the F word. It was so unlike him to use it that she got off just on the word.
“In and out and around. Take it deep inside. My dick. You like this, don't you?”
“Yes!”
“You know what I want to do to you?”
“No.” But she wanted to find out.
“Turn my dick up a notch.”
She moaned again.
“You've been naughty,” his husky voice teased.
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“You know how I treat runaways?”
“No,” she breathed.
“I punish them.”
“No!” She inhaled sharply.
“Fuck yourself harder. Deeper. Faster.”
“Oh-oh-oooh!”
“That's how I punish a runaway. You like your punishment, yes?”
“Yes!”
“Clutch my dick. Bury it deep in you.”
“Oh, yes!”
“Oh, but I have more punishment for you.”
She was panting, trying to catch her breath.
“Lower my dick a tad. Brush it over your clit and dip it in again.”
She moaned.
“This is how I want to punish you, if you run away again.”
She heard a belt buckle.
“You hear that?”
“Yes.”
“I will leash you.”
She gasped. Another gush of wetness coated the vibrator.
“I will fuck you at will. Anytime. Anywhere. And you have no choice but to take it. Whether you want it or not.”
“Aah!” God. She was so close to coming. She wanted to come.
“You like my threat of punishment, yes?”
“Yes! Please. Please let me come,” she begged. She squeezed her legs together.
“Up my dick a dose, bring yourself to the edge. If you come, you will be punished.”
“Oh, god!” So close. So unbearable. “Fucking Jesus!”
“Frustrating, isn't it?”
“Yes!” she cried, burning with hunger and desire.
“That's how I feel when I'm sitting here, behind bars, while you run away.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Pull it out.”
She groaned in frustration.
“That's your punishment for coming without asking.”
Fuck it! Fuck you! Her body ached to come.
“Spread your juice all over your belly. That's how I want to spread my cum. All over your womb.”
Her thighs tightened, agitation building up. She so wanted to peak.
“Turn my dick down to the lowest setting and brush it over your boobs, your throat, your cheeks. Suck it.”
God, how could she get back at him for withholding her orgasm? She made loud sucking sounds and moans as she took his dick in her mouth.
“Oh, god, Natalia.”
“Let me come,” she demanded.
“Command me again and I'll add a punishment,” he said roughly.
She didn't want another punishment.
“Turn my dick off. Put it between your boobs. Let me feel your heartbeat.”
She laid the vibrator on her chest. Her breath was starting to even out
, but her heart rate was still high.
“Play with it. Tease me. Make me think I'm going to get a boob job.”
Natalia directed her pent-up resentment deliciously. If he had been there, his dick would have no chance but to surrender between her mounds.
“Turn my dick on low again. Snake it down to your thighs.”
The ripples along her flesh sent a thrill toward her mons.
“Stroke toward your opening. Again and again. Do you like it?”
“Yes.” Her mouth grew slack, dry.
“Use my dick now to please yourself. All over. Your clit, your folds, your crack. Up the setting to the hilt, if you have to. Ask me when you get there.”
Natalia put the dick to work. She wanted to come so badly that she wasted no time and her hand soon tired from overdrive. “I'm getting there,” she gasped.
“Ask me.”
“Please,” she sputtered.
“Please what?” God, he was being cruel. She was so on the edge.
“Please, may I come?” she whimpered.
“Come. Come for me. Now.”
“Aaaaaah!” she screamed her release. Her body jolted from the double whammy—this orgasm as well as the jilted orgasm from before.
“Scream my name.”
“Oh, Mateo! Oooh!”
“I'm not done with your punishment.”
She struggled to catch her breath. Her body glistened with sweat.
“Up my dick another bit and put it directly on your clit.”
The sensation was so intense, she bucked. “No!”
“Yes. Keep it there, or I'll have to add another punishment.”
“Oh, god!” Her body built up a slow burn, leaving her panting and gasping.
“Yes. Take it. If you run away again, do you know what I would do to you when you come to visit me and beg me to punish you?”
“N-No.” Her voice shook from her clit's contact with the vibrator.
“You will be wearing these same clothes under the trench coat. I will restrain you to my cell bars with my belt and fuck you with the same fucking machine until you scream for me to stop.”
“Aaah! Please stop,” she whimpered, squeezing her thighs together.
“Keep my dick on you,” he grunted. “Rub it up and down your folds. I'll make you come again and again, screaming my name, until you plead and beg me.”
“Mateo, please!” Her thighs parted.
“Thrust my dick in and whir it around,” he ordered. “The prison guards will let me fuck you senseless, because they'll be getting off on the scene. The inmates will go crazy with lust—hot and bothered; even if they can't see you or have you, they'd fuck just to the sounds of your frenzy. Everyone will know you like it. You like being fucked. You like being punished.”
“Oh, god! Jesus!” she exclaimed. She got even wetter.
“Do you like it? Dominating men's sexual fantasies? Driving them wild, mad enough to jack off? Knowing they can't get it, not from you?”
“Yes!” She clenched his dick.
“Grind my dick over your clit again,” he directed. “And when I'm done with you, I might pass the vibrator on to the guards to give them a shot. Let them know you are my woman and let them play only if I want to share.”
“No, Mateo!” She wasn't into being passed around. Her legs jerked anyway. Involuntary. Totally responding from the clit stimulation. “Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, god, yes!”
“I'll fuck you until your knees buckle and you're hanging from my bars, too weak to refuse me, too weak to run away ever again.”
“Oh, oh, ohh!” she shrieked as she came again. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
“Hurts, doesn't it?” He knew she had come again.
She whimpered, sore from overuse and overstimulation.
“That's how I feel when you run away when I'm caged. Turn my dick off and stick it in. Feel yourself coming with the fullness of my dick inside. I like stuffing you, feeling you...milking me dry.”
She panted heavily, sweat dripping from her brow. “Mateo,” she whispered.
“You like it when I talk dirty, huh?” His voice was soft. Tender.
“Yes.”
“Is that why you never enjoyed it before?” He was earnest.
“Yes.” Her chest lifted. The weight she carried for over two years completely dissipated.
“Good. I can start with that.”
Start? You mean, there's more? Natalia liked the sound of that. She couldn't wait to find out what that meant.
“Prison has given me perspective, Natalia. And I have many more perspectives to run across you, if you so desire.”
She inhaled sharply.
“I'll take that as a yes.”
She did not deny his assertion.
His gentle tone gave way to directives again. “You're coming home with my men on the next flight over tomorrow. After you land, keep your phone on, juiced, all the time. Bring it with you everywhere, the bathroom, the bedroom. If I call you, you need to answer, ready to be fucked, ready to be rewarded—anytime, anywhere.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I wouldn't be caught in public if I were you. I would be a nice little girl and stay home where I should be. If you miss my call, even one time, for any reason, you can return the phone to my men and expect to be under house arrest until my release. That would be my punishment. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“All of your orgasms are mine. If you want it, you call me. You ask. I may reward you. I may not. Depends on how good you are and how well you beg and if the guards let the call through. If you please yourself without permission, I won't be fucking you on the phone either. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now clean up as soon as you can and be my good little wife. Because when I get out of prison, there's no way I can keep my fucking hands off of you. And you can bet that clean will be the furthest thing from what my dirty little mind has in store for you.”
Oh, god. Where had this bad boy Mateo been hiding these past two years? Probably behind the gentleman facade.
Did prison change him?
If you had ten minutes at a time on the phone, wouldn't you make the best of it? Her alter ego pressed.
Realization dawned. You're defending him!
Not!
But you came like THREE times in TEN minutes! Shouldn't that tell you something?
Ping! The tight band that once constricted her chest snapped. Her heart parted open.
Natalia suddenly knew with certainty that she loved Mateo as more than a friend and companion. And she knew just the thing that he would most want to have and that she would be capable of, and even willing to be, delivering.
Papá, you were right. Love did come after security.
“Mateo, I want your baby.”
“Good, we agree on that matter.”
“All your babies.”
He inhaled sharply.
“And I better be the only woman to give them to you.”
“Yes, Natalia.”
“I love you, Mateo.”
“I know. I love you, too, Natalia.”
They kissed over the phone and hung up.
Natalia dropped the phone by her side. Her knuckles were white from gripping it so hard before. She removed the vibrator, which was dripping wet, wiped herself with her thong and wrapped her thong around the dildo to set it aside. Draping the comforter over herself, she curled up and collapsed into a deep contented sleep from pure exhaustion. She could clean up later when she had the energy.
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About the Author
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Excerpt
Eat Mì (Eat Me)
A Novella
Chapter One: Get Your Sexy Back
Get your sexy back.
Jeremy Wyatt's voice echoed in her head. Her brother was right. She needed this night all to herself.
Promise me... His raspy voice continued the playback.
Jessica Wyatt smoothed out her black halter top, ruched center party dress and checked the mirror again. The snug fit highlighted her voluptuous hips. The sweetheart neckline showed off her girls. She turned around for the back view. Her long black hair cascaded down to the top of her dress. Brushing her hair aside, she admired her back side. Wow, the dress even brought out her toned arms and shoulder blades, accentuated by her regular visits to the gym.
...you'll dress up real nice with the girls...
This dress was nice, alright. She just needed to add a little something so that her neck did not look so naked.
Jessica fumbled through her jewelry armoire. She snatched the silver pyramid necklace and laced it around her neck. From a distance, the chain looked like a link of squares. However, when light bounced off of each flattened pyramid, different triangles reflected the light source and gave the necklace dimension. Perfect.
…dance your sweet ass off...
She was going to dance for sure—all night, until the doors close. She checked her armoire again for matching earrings and put them on. The silver earrings shimmered amidst her black hair and complemented the sparkle in her eyes.
...and get your sexy back.
Her whole body tingled with excitement. She was so ready to go clubbing tonight.
She glanced at her face one more time. The eyeshadow brought out the green in her eyes. Her creamy cheeks already had a light coat of rouge. She applied the siren red lipstick to her mouth, the last of her makeup, before her cell phone rang.
